Yeah I own this beatYou can call me the king or the rulerFelon on bass, getting hoarse at the micWe're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day outCalling my name like Ferris BuellerIt's time to wrap this upWe're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4

ShhhhhhhhReduce that trebleThere's an 8 or 9 who think they're on my levelLike a rebel in a bunker getting shelled with a mortarBump up and down cause I think you ought'a Place your hand on my thighDon't be coy, I can hear you sighGrinding your hips, I'll be flashing my pinkAnd in ten seconds flat you'll be back with a drink

Wooo!Bring out the BacardiTwilight, Sparkle, up in the partyTap that, like a phone in the cold warRoom on the third floor, knocking at my front doorMe? I'm kind of a rarityYou? Work that dexterityLean back now, here's what I meantGetting cooler by 20 percent

Yeah I own this beatYou can call me the king or the rulerFelon on bass, getting hoarse at the micWe're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day outCalling my name like Ferris BuellerIt's time to wrap this upWe're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4

Yeah I own this beatYou can call me the king or the rulerFelon on bass, getting hoarse at the micWe're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day outCalling my name like Ferris BuellerIt's time to wrap this upWe're getting 20 percent cooler